Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.